Tom got that overly confident look again, and a big smile. I actually liked this look on his face. He wasn’t the kind of guy to brag, so to see him proud and happy made me really happy for him.
“So, you like to look at it?” he asked, lifting his shirt, and fingering his waist band.
I nodded my head, hoping he would pull down his sweats and let me see that monster.
“Maybe there is something we can do that would work,” he said.
“Okay,” I said.
Tom hesitated.
“Go on,” I encouraged.
“Well,” he said slowly.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Well, sometimes at night, I wack off looking at you,” he admitted. “Does that freak you out?”
“f**k, no!” I said. “It’s really f*****g hot, and really f*****g flattering.”
“Cool,” he said. “Maybe tonight then when you’re asleep I can wack off. You have this incred
